DUDE'S GOTTA PAY HIS DEBTS - PART 2
I am 32 years old, British/Australian living in London and working as a high street solicitor. If you'd like to read about my first sexual encounter with a bloke, check it out here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/dirt-in-the-dunes
Part 1 of this story is here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/dudes-gotta-pay-his-debts
My encounter with the Thug replays in my mind, making it hard to concentrate and keeping me in a continuous semi-aroused, precum-leaking state. My taste in porn has definitely shifted and I spend a couple of hours a day browsing hardcore raw gay scenes online, BDSM-oriented whenever possible. I've even ordered a couple of dildos, lube and other bits and bobs online. I can't believe what that fucker has done to me, if I'm not working, exercsising, eating or sleeping, I'm wanking my asshole to porn. Fuck's sake.
I'm at home a couple of weeks later, barefoot and commando in Quicksilver boardies and a RipCurl vest. I've clippered my hair back to a grade 1 and scraped the whiskers off my neck with an unguarded trimmer, but my beard is getting wild. I haven't showered in a couple of days, despite the warm weather, daily workouts and jerk-off sessions, and I stopped using deodourant when lockdown hit - so sue me, I'm a slob.
The Thug rings me on my mobile. "Get around here mate, I need a hand". Sighing, I tell him I'm on my way. I slip on a pair of Havaiana flip flops and head out. He lets me in - he's wearing a pair of basketball shorts, obviously commando as usual, and nothing else - and I follow him to his living room having kicked my flip flops off at the door. I hand him another £250, apologising that I still can't pay in full. I offer £50 a week until it's done.
He stares at me and pauses as if thinking, then orders me to strip. Resigned to what is coming, and a bit excited, I peel off my vest and drop my shorts, kicking them aside and standing in front of him naked and proud, cock fully hard. He checks me out, groping my biceps, punching my pecs, giving my nips a tug, he slaps my ass, and gives my hard leaking cock a few slaps too. He then roughly grips my bearded jaw and barks "open up" - my mouth gapes and he hawks 2-3 loads of spit into it before stroking my stubbled throat until I swallow.
He pushes me down by my shoulders and hauls his thick, uncut 8" hardon out of his shorts and forces my head onto it. I swallow it eagerly, but he starts to skullfuck me before I can adjust as he did the first time. I choke and gag with each thrust and it isn't long before my chest hair is slathered in thick frothy spit which sometimes drools to the carpet when he pulls out to let me breathe. I scoop up some and start to furiously wank as he uses my throat. My other drool-slick hand wanders back to my ass and I slide a finger into my sweaty hole.
After a few minutes he stops and scrubs his wet cock through my beard and slaps it on my tongue. He drags me forward and pushes my chest down onto a footstool. He kicks off his shorts and kneels down behind me, roughly spreading my firm, hairy glutes. He hawks up a load of snot and spits it onto my crack, using a finger to move it down to my hole. He pushes his wet finger up my chute without ceremony and starts to jab it in and out, twisting his hand around till he finds my fucknut. He adds more snot then forces in two fingers and sets up a rapid finger-fuck, drooling spit down to my crack as he goes. I breathe deeply, bearing down like I'm trying to shit, trying to open my hole for him.
Eventually I hear him hawk some more thick spit up and it sounds like he's slathering it on his cock. One more spit on my hole then I feel the pressure of his helmet at my sphincter. The head pops in quickly and there is a sharp pain, but before it can get worse he pulls out, slaps hs cock on my hole a few times, adds more spit then pops it in again. He does that 6-7 times, and the pain quickly disappears. At first I think he is being weirdly gentle, then I realise he's got the measure of me and he's actually teasing me. "Jesus mate, please fuck me" I moan. He makes me beg for it like a fag needing thick black meat, then he gives in and slides his tool raw up into my guts in one smooth but steady movement. I moan - it feels awesome and I'm fucking grateful for the PrEP - and start to wank, but he grabs my wrists and holds them behind my back while he sets up a steady bunny fucking pace, regularly spitting on my back and asscheeks as he moves in me. It only takes a few minutes and he unloads a generous dose of scum into my chute with a series of grunts and thrusts. Pulling out with a pop, he scoots around the front of the footstool and forces me to clean his cock off with my mouth and tongue. Though I have a good amount of fiber in my diet and emptied my guts when I first got up, still the taste of assjuices and the slightly brown, frothy and stringy snot/spit/cum mixture coating his tool makes me retch. But I'm still rock hard and drooling, and I do the job.
He gets up. I sense he isn't interested in me cumming, so I stand, sweaty, spit oozing down my back, cum farting out of my fucked mancunt and down my hairy thighs, leaking cock painfully hard. "I need a piss" he says - grabbing me by the neck he frogmarches me to his bathroom and forces me into the tub. Understanding where this is headed, I drop to my knees and open my mouth. Keeping my hands off my cock I accept his stream of hot beer-piss into my mouth and over my head, chest and groin. He shoves me onto my back in the slippery tub and drags my leg up by the ankle - following his lead I hold my legs back and spread my ass so he can piss into my slightly open hole. "You know what to do, cunt" he barks - it's difficult because of my rigid boner but I direct my piss stream into my own mouth and over my drenched hairy pecs and belly, swallowing as much as I can.
Finally the flows dry up and I'm lying in the bath in a puddle of piss, cock now drooping to a semi, panting. I start to stand. "So are we good?" I ask. He laughs. "You kidding mate? A scally rent boy will cost less than £50 for a raw fuck, you still owe £550 and we haven't even talked about interest, have we you stupid cunt? If you come round once a week it will take months to fuck the debt out of ya". He pauses "but if ya wanna knock it all out at once, there's a way you can help me out". I nod eagerly. "Don't touch that cock" he orders, chucking me a dirty damp towel as he saunters out of the room. I squat in the tub and shit the fluids out of my tender hole then roughly towel off as I hear him on the phone. I pad naked into the living room and dress.
After a few minutes he wanders back in - basketball shorts back on, plus a sleeveless gym top and white trainers. "You owe me money, and I owe another guy. I've sorted it - you pay my debt to him and we're clear. Deal?" I nod. He leads me out and down to his work van and shoves me in the back. Soon we're driving.
We drive for nearly an hour - it takes at least 45 minutes to drive anywhere in London. Then we stop and he opens the back of the van and motions me to get out. We're at an industrial estate with no-one else around. "Unit 16" he says. "Press the buzzer, when you're buzzed in put your clothes in the locker and put on the blindfold. Then just go with it." He climbs back in the van. "Enjoy mate" he laughs as he drives off.
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